Picking up from where I left off yesterday after leaving Salitre Magico I made my way to Monserrate. Monserrate is home to the shrine “El Señor Caído” inside a small church, which as far as churches go wasn’t incredibly astounding, but it didn’t need to be because the real reason for making the trek up the mountain is for the view. I was shocked to learn that only half of Bogota is visible from the mountain (which is over 3,000 meters above sea level), that means *only* 4.5 million people. I stood on the porch of the church for a good hour just starring, taking in the site and contemplating life. Whenever I’m in spaces like that I feel like I move out of myself and my small world to see the bigger picture (thank you C. Wright Mills and the sociological imagination). I think about the history of the people